Obviously

I was not hard to get, and quickly lined it up to professor Tara's waiting pussy. She kept her lips nicely shaven, with a small triangle of hair above. Very nice. Her swollen lips revealed her inner butterfly, and I slowly rubbed my cock against it.

I decided to be gentle, since she hadn’t been fucked in a while, and thrust ever so slightly forward. My dick pushed on her opening, but wouldn’t slide in just yet. Two-three times I tried, hearing shallow breaths from Tara. I pushed forward, harder this time. “It’s too bi- Aaah!” she moaned, as her pussy finally welcoming me inside. Nngh, she felt tight as fuck.

I worked my way in slowly.

Two inches.

“Oh God!”

Three inches.

“Oh God!”

Finally, I bottomed out at six inches. I stopped, to let her tight pussy get accustomed to my girth.

“Fucccck, your cock… it’s sooo big!” Miss Benson moaned.

I fucked her slowly, gently. Nothing like the last round with Eva the night before. I grinned, thinking about how I had fucked a 19-year-old high school graduate yesterday, and less than 12 hours later I was banging my 39-year-old college professor.

I loved this weird fucking reality-changing game. I still couldn't understand how it was even possible for an app to interact with the physical world. I still couldn't give a fuck about it!

Soon, her pussy released some of its intense grip, making it possible for me to slide another inch of cock in and out of her love pocket. I fucked her with slow, hard thrusts, slapping my heavy balls against her butt. She loved it that way, moaning heavily now.

“Don’t stop... don’t stop.”

I kept going at the same pace, feeling her pussy shaking in anticipation.

“Oh god. You’re mak- Oh god. Oh god. I’m cumming. I’M CUMMING!” she screamed, and tensed up.

It was an intense orgasm. Six months of no vaginal stimuli had built up. Her juices drenched my cock, dripping from her pussy down onto the office floor as I pulled out. She bucked and jerked on the desktop.

Finally coming down, she gave me and my rock hard cock a perplexed look.

“But... You didn’t come?”

“Of course not,” I replied smugly, “How could I, when I know you want more, Tara.”

“God yes, I do!” she beamed and slid down from the desk. Pushing me back towards the office couch, the tight 39-year-old Physics professor straddled me confidently and sank down on my thick erection with ease.

“I haven’t had a stud like you since my own college days!” miss Benson grinned as she started grinding her hips. “I shouldn't have settled for my husband… that cheating bastard!”

After a quiet couple of minutes of her riding me slowly with closed eyes, she opened them and looked at me. “You like my pussy, don’t you?” she asked. “It’s nice and tight still, right?”

“Oh yeah,” I said.

“Actually, Tara, you're a lot tighter than the 19-year-old I fucked last night.”

“Oh god!" she moaned and rode me harder, rolling her hips back and forth. "Yes, tell me more! I'm just another slut for you, then?”

“Yeah, just someone to fuck and forget,” I said, matter-of-factly. It was turning her on, hard. “Another day, another pussy…”

“Yes, yes!” she yelled. “I’m your slut today, use me!”

The way she gyrated her hips back and forth, my cock was deep inside her, sliding alternately against the front and back walls of her cunt. It seemed to really hit the spot for her – literally – and it felt great for me as well. She gradually increased the swiftness of her motion, grinding faster and harder with every thrust. When she started bouncing up and down instead, I grabbed her ass and started slamming my cock in and out, fast and hard.

“Oh my god, you make my pussy feel so goooooood!” she screamed, holding on to my neck as best she could.

“Now you’re gonna make me cum again!”

Her words found a short circuit to my brain, filling me with a massive male ego boost. I was praising the game for my level {Stamina} stamina.

"Oh god, oh god. I'm cumming again!" she screamed.

I held her firmly on my lap until she calmed down again, the waves of pleasure emanating through her body.

“Now it's time for you to suck me off!" I said, and nudged her down on the floor between my legs.

She eagerly complied, grasping the base with both hands as her mouth engulfed the large head. With her tongue rolling around the tip, she began to stroke the shaft up and down. Coated by her juices, it was nice and slick.

"That's nice," I said. "Now deeper."

She opened her mouth wider, trying to get more of me inside, but ended up gagging and coughing when it hit the back of her throat.

Miss Benson thus ignored my order, going back to vigorous stroking while she put her tongue out in front of the tip.

"Please cum for me!" she begged, "I need to taste it! Please cum for your slut!"

"Soon" I said, “if you deserve it…” and she whimpered, sliding my cock back in between her lips.

She started jerking my thick shaft with a rotating motion, simultaneously bobbing up and down on the head. My balls felt heavy now. Sweet moans mixed in with the sucking sounds she made, and it all became too much for me.

With a grunt, I got up from the couch and announced my orgasm.

"Ungh, here it comes!" I said, and jerked myself hard. She sat back on her legs, just at the right time, opening her mouth for me.

"Aaargh!" I groaned, as I felt my thick cum pass through the long shaft.

“Nnngh!”

A thick rope shot out and landed on her tongue. The next splashed over her nose and forehead. Again, and again, I came on her face, glazing her with my sperm. She giggled and sucked the last drops out of my erection, giving me shivers. I collapsed back on the couch.

Lying there while she started cleaning herself up, I realized that for the second time in less than 24 hours, but also the second time in my life, I had given a woman a facial. It wasn’t something I’d really fantasized about before, but now, for some reason, it just seemed to come naturally to me. Maybe the game changed me without me noticing it?

Having wiped the cum off her face, Miss Benson came over to me.

“Thanks!” she said, and kissed me on the lips. “But now wereally need to get dressed.”

She started putting her wet panties on with a smile.

“Alright, Tara!” I said and picked up my clothes.

“By the way, here’s my exam,” I continued, while buttoning my shirt, and handed her the papers with a slick grin. She took a quick look at it, and then turned around to her desk, grabbing a red pen.

“Good… good…” she said, before turning around with a grin. “I think we’ll call it an A+ performance,” she said and showed me the grade on the paper.

“Thanks, miss Benson,” I said, suddenly returning to the formalities.

“But you know, Mike, you should come back once you’ve read the articles I gave you. Next week, perhaps, same time?” she said, giving me a sly wink.

“We’ll see, Miss Benson. We’ll see!” I said, and left her office, papers in hand.